Tag Archives: Ignatian Spiritual Excercises

What Was

After Mom passed, sadness drifted in and out of my days like a hum in the distance, clearer whenever I looked its way.  It didn’t come from the one who had mothered my mother, nor the one who kept wishing for more. It came … Continue reading

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Morning Light

The moment I discovered,  with the clarity life brings, that my idea was a good idea, and I should’ve acted on it, a grey cluster of emotions emerged.I felt its weight in my chest.  Why did I doubt myself? What do I do now? The … Continue reading

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Come In

It was comical, really.The day before my mother died,there was a clatter.Clear as a bell, my mom, who hadn’t eaten or spoken for days, called out,“Come in!”“I just dropped something on the floor, ” I said.“Come in!” she said againand went … Continue reading

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Bringing My Mother to Jesus

A few days later, when Jesus again entered Capernaum, the people heard that he had come home. They gathered in such large numbers that there was no room left, not even outside the door, and he preached the word to … Continue reading

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The Human Reason

 A leper came to him begging him, and kneeling he said to him, “If you choose, you can make me clean.”  Moved with pity, Jesus[stretched out his hand and touched him, and said to him, “I do choose. Be made … Continue reading

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You Know Enough

We have known and believe the love that God has for us.–1 John 4:16a (NRSVUE) The word for this new year that came to you –of all the words, this one and of all people, you– what if it isn’t what you should be but … Continue reading

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When Love Happens

To loveand be loved.We were made for this.Love created the earth, the stars, the seas.Everything and everyone was made of You,from Loveby Love,for Love. Love is the one thing needed,the command that keeps all others. To see what love does–there … Continue reading

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A Walk with Rod Part 2

Hey friends, Remember when I wrote about my mom loving me the way I wanted to be loved the day after I went for a walk with a friend and talked about accepting that she loves me the way she … Continue reading

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Colloquy 2*

I awoke to find a blanket of yellow covering the lawn. Other fading leaves still clung to the tree. Eventually, they would tire, loosen their grip and be vulnerable to the next brisk breeze.  Then, my dear tree will stand naked while rain pelts, winds push and pull and snow … Continue reading

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Our Stories

The very thing I think I can’t tell you is what I need to. The very thing I fear will bring judgment and rejection, brings compassion and connection instead.  Sharing our stories, being vulnerable, being needy, afraid, hurt and discombobulated and not having to hide it, not having … Continue reading

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